Wiseman

He hides his face under mask or black veil
He has red eyes and a sneer
He has dark soul, ‘couse he’s wise man
Everyone calls him FEAR
Being the wise man and having bad reputation
Living in the country, it scares people
Flyin’ the scary thoughts kill your virgin mind
No one wants to help you even if someone listens to your scream aloud
Stop cryin’, I know it’s too hard
Stop cryin’, it breaks your heart
When a night comes, he wakes up
He cooks something magic
He puts the spell
He’s playin’ his hell for glory
He waits for sounds of hell’s bells
He’s wise man
He lives in the cave near the shore
He has a slave who’s dumb like stone
The slave is dwarf
His face’s being had ugly scar
Looking through the broken mirror
Looking for someone’s weird
Listening to the still
Guessing someone’s feelings
Stop cryin’, I know it’s too hard
Stop cryin’ close your heart
He yells magic words every dark night
He has the magic sword that’s hangin’ on his back
He is being protected by time
Everyone stays away of him, ‘couse he’s wise man
When a night comes, he wakes up
He cooks something magic
He puts the spell
He’s playin’ his hell for glory
He waits for sounds of hell’s bells
He’s wise man